(Jamie)

"Thank you, David," I say to our server, and he dips his head before walking away.

Colton timidly pokes at the fish. It's a pretty nice fish, pretty large, and is sitting on a bed of rice, with a small glass condiment bowl of dipping sauce.

"It's pretty good," I tell him. "And I promise, it's not poisoned. Not like a Hero can be poisoned."

Heroes have total immunity to any form of poisoning.

Colton smiles, then starts digging into his food, as I dig into my steak. We eat in silence at first, but then he asks me about what's going on with this town, and why they'd put a bounty on me, and so I explain everything to him. I know he knows at least the general idea, because of Koomo's message, but it seems he wants to hear it for himself.

"I understand," he nods when I finish. "The staff here don't seem to hate you."

"They've come to accept the truth and my ways," I shrug. "Though it was rough at first."

He thinks for a few moments, then asks who all is on my team.

"I've already mentioned my latest two members," I answer. "Light, the Semidivine Fairy King, and Cole, the Wolf Beastborn. There's also Adam, the half-human half-dragon, and Caleb, a Spawnling Demon."

"And they're all part of your harem?" His tail flicks behind him, indicating curiosity on a level that's not clear on his face.

"I haven't done anything with them," I state. "For one reason or another, but essentially, yes. There's technically a black-haired Elf as well, and a half-demon Demigod, if you want to include them. The Demigod's the only one I've actually done something with. So, Colton – mind telling me how you came to be the Hero of Freedom at such a young age? And so powerful, too?"

"Sure!" He nods. "I was a slave from birth. When I was ten, my master violated Koomo's Taboo. He'd found that I was perfect for sneaking into places and stealing things or performing assassinations. One thing about violating a Taboo and actually being marked with it – there's always something other than simply having the Taboo's notice.

"For Koomo's Taboo," Colton continues. "While your orders still hold sway through the magic collars, their protection for you doesn't. It's a little-known fact, and one I discovered when I lashed out at him in a rage when I was ten. He'd pushed me a little far, and I kind of snapped. My dagger went right into his chest. It wasn't the first time I'd attacked him, but it was the first time they ever did anything.

"From that moment on," he continues. "I was a free man. Kid. Whatever. I then spent the next eight years evading recapture, as well as taking the time to figure out how to get out of the collar, to avoid it being rebound to someone else. That happened when I was twelve.

"I also," he leans back into his seat, and I feel his legs brushing mine as he stretches. "Enjoyed my freedom in a variety of other ways, such as informing any slaves I came into contact with about us being able to harm our masters if they've broken Koomo's Taboo.

"By the time I was fourteen," he pauses for a moment. "I'd begun to have a small following. A dozen people who followed me directly, with small sects among the slaves. If I were to walk into a place where the slaves had heard of me, I'd find myself with guaranteed shelter, food, supplies, etc.

"By the time I was sixteen," he continues. "My twelve had turned into two hundred, and had become the Freedom Army. At first, the various peoples were uncomfortable being led by me – not just because I was a kid, but because I was only the only Cat Beastborn, which meant we were of different Species.

"In the end," he smiles. "They adjusted to it and realized that they truly wouldn't face hate from me or the other members, and we worked together. When my eighteenth birthday came around, I eagerly awaited being able to finally truly grow stronger so that I could truly protect my people. We numbered a thousand, then.

"I waited," he continues, pausing here as well. "Unsure of what time I'd actually been born. That evening, I barely had time to register the System Access Granted message when I found myself in a workshop, of sorts. It was surrounded by stars, and more like a platform with workstations and shelves.

"It was Lord Koomo's Divine Realm," he sits up straighter. "I had heard of the God of Freedom and Crafts, and how little his following was, because of the freedom aspect and the way things are on this world.

"There," he smiles. "Lord Koomo offered me to be his Hero – I was speechless. I'd heard of the legendary god, and even worshiped him – nearly all slaves pray to him for them to one day be freed. And there I was, not only meeting him myself, but being offered a position that hadn't been held in over a thousand years. The Hero of Freedom. He'd had two Heroes before me since the last Hero of Freedom, but they were Heroes of Crafts, which alters their major ability from being a Hero.

"As the Hero of Freedom," he continues, leaning forward. "I have the Contract Severance Hero Skill. It allows me to nullify any contract that isn't a true Contract. If I use it on a slave who qualifies as not being in a true Contract, the magical bindings from their collars or whatever end, and the collars or whatever break. No longer do they need to be masterless for us to remove their collars – I can do it myself, while they still have a collar.

"And so," he leans back, his expression turning somber. "For the last few years, I've been wandering the continent. Because of the nature of myself, my army, and our mission, we don't really find a home anywhere. That doesn't bother us, though – as long as we can continue our mission, the Freedom Army will stand strong and endure through any trial."

"Excellent," I smile. "The Freedom Army can stay here or in the surrounding areas for as long as required, though I do know a place where you will be welcomed with open arms by its residents."

"I've never heard of a place here or on any continent that would do that," he laughs in disbelief. "We'd have to find somewhere to build a base, which is difficult to do when everywhere you go, the local residents hate part of your forces."

"Remember the black-haired Elf I mentioned?" I ask, and he nods. "He has a castle to himself, with just a couple of other residents. It's a three-week trip from here, through the forests to the west. The only thing you'd need to watch out for is the Archdemon, though I can get a collar on him, metaphorically speaking, if I decide to become a Warlock. All you'd need to do is tell the Elf that I said you needed a place to use as your base, and he'd be more than happy to let you take up residence there."

Colton is blinking at me in both confusion and disbelief.

"How in the hells can you get a collar on an Archdemon?" He finally asks.

"The half-demon Demigod who can't get enough of my dick?" I ask. "He's the son of the god who oversees the Demons, and is currently running the Demon Contracting Service – which is what all Warlocks use to contract Demonic Familiars – temporarily to get a feel for it from his father. The only way I can really contact him is through DCS, so I'd have to perform the summoning call and ask to be transferred up. I talk to him, he talks to Tiol, Tiol shuts the hell up and leaves you guys alone. He might be the most powerful of the Archdemons, but he'll respect the guy with the bigger dick."

"What?"

"Demons' power is obvious through the size of their dick," I shrug. "The stronger they are, the bigger it is. Max's is quite large – inhumanly so – when he's in his real form."

"All this talk of dicks," Colton mutters. "Has me hard as fuck."

"Got someone in the army you sleep with?" I ask, and he shrugs. "No one regular?"

"Nah," he answers. "I can't bring it in my to tie myself down to a single person like that, and if I want a harem, well… there's a ton of guys who'd be willing to join it. So I just look for who's available and willing at the time, and see if something happens. I'm between guys at the moment."

So he's more of a slut than anything. He's got a damn nice body, though, and is different from the rest of my team. He's not immature, like Cole and Light, and he's more open than Adam and Caleb. And more approachable.

"Well," I toss some coins onto the table, then stand and stretch. "If you want to stop by my house, I've got a bed and a dick. I don't bottom, though."

"That's fine," he slides out, stretching as well, arching his back as he does, his tail sticking straight up. "What would your team think?"

"They'd just be jealous," I shrug. "Light would probably harass me for doing it with you before him, but he'd get over it. And probably want to compete with you in some way."

"Compete with me?"

"He's a Paladin of Fun."

"Never heard of a God of Fun."

"It's a long story," I laugh. "I'll tell you on the way to my house."

He nods, then follows me home, listening intently as I tell him about Trickster, jumping when he notices the powerful Demons keeping watch over the entrance to the property.

"Where's Sus?" I ask.

The Demons look around innocently.

"He's planning on dropping on me, isn't he?" I ask.

"Who's Sus?" Colton asks, then his ears twitch as sense a large incoming object of Eidolon origins dropping down. "Ah!"

Colton jumps back as I jump, doing a small flip and kicking the Summon in the stomach. I twist my body, grabbing one of his massive paws, then twist again, throwing the beast back into the air at an angle, before landing in a small tumble.

Acrobatics is Now Level 4!

"There we go," I stand and brush myself off. "I think I threw him out of the city this time."

"This… time?"

"I accidentally threw him onto the home of a Councilman last time."

"What?" Colton's eyes are wide. "How… what's your STR?"

"One thousand six hundred forty-five," I answer. "Move aside, you two meatheads."

The Demons glare at me, but step to the sides, and the giant eye just stares at me.

"No peeking."

I walk past him, and Colton nervously walks by me.

"Whose Demons are those?"

"Light's," I answer. "Though they're under strict orders to treat me as if I'm a second master, like Light."

"How well does that work out?"

"He's Ranked-Up four times," I state. "One of his Ultimate Rank Skills is Contract Master, which prevents loopholes from being used."

"Oh," he says, looking around as we enter the house.

"He can also have an unlimited number of contracts," I lead the Hero to my bedroom, then remember something. "By the way, I don't have lube. The only person I've done it with so far was Max, and he liked it as rough as possible, including dry. With my high END, I'm not actually harmed by it."

"That's fine," he grins at me. "It'll be a first for me, and I'm often open to trying new things."

I nod, then step up to him and start undoing the straps on his vest, then slide it off of him, letting his lean, defined torso be revealed slowly. I pull him against me, feeling his muscled back with one hand as I press my lips to his, shoving my tongue in. He welcomes it, letting me indulge.

It's been way too long since I last did something with someone, and properly. In fact, with Max, it's always just been fucking, and I want to take my time.

And Colton seems content to do the same. After a few minutes of us kissing, he pulls my tunic up over my head, letting our bare torsos rub against he other are we rub each other's backs and return to making out.

My hands move down to his many-pouched belt and unfasten it, letting it drop to the floor as he undoes mine, then we return to grinding for a few minutes, before stepping out of our boots.

I pick the Beastborn up and carry him to my bed, lying him down as carefully as I can without crushing his tail, though he moves so that he's lying on his tail, with it against his back, a little of it exposed past his right shoulder.

I pull down his pants and underwear, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor and admire the slender, seven-and-a-half-inch, uncut tool that's now standing at attention. After taking a few moments to do that, I unstrap the knives around his legs and ankles and toss them to the floor, before spreading his legs and pulling him to the edge of the bed, so his ass is on the edge.

Then, I lean forward, standing between his legs, and kiss him, feeling his dick rubbing my stomach, his ass rubbing my own crotch through my pants. I run my hands along his stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples, which causes him to moan.

It's an adorable sound that's halfway between a moan and a purr, and I pause when I hear it.

"Everything okay?" Colton asks quietly.

"Yeah," I smile. "You made an adorable sound I wasn't expecting."

"I did?" He looks confused, then moans again as I pinch his nipples, lightly squeezing them. "Ooooh, Jamie."

"Like that," I say, then kiss him again before stepping back.

"Fuck me," he says. "Please, Jamie."

Nodding, I drop my pants and underwear, allowing him to look at my monster. His eyes widen a bit, and I step back up to him, letting it rub against his own tool as I kiss him some more.

"Want me to finger you first?" I softly ask him. "I am rather large."

"No," he kisses me. "The only other guy as big as you I've done stuff with does… I want to try without."

"Alright," I kiss him back, then straighten up and spread his asscheeks a little, rubbing his hole with a finger, eliciting more moans. "Are you ready, Colton?"

"Yeah," he lets out a breath. "Slowly, though."

"Of course," I smile at him.

Then, I slowly start to push my dick into his hole, eliciting more moaning and panting from him. It's so tight and firm and warm, and there's a lot of resistance. Colton arches his back again, resulting in him pulling away a little bit, so I pull him back towards me, then continue pushing myself in, until I'm filling him all the way.

"Let me know when you're ready, Colton," I tell him, and he nods.

"Fuuuck," he moans. "This is… fuuuck. It hurts so bad, but feels sooo good."

After taking a few minutes to adjust to filling me in him, Colton tells me to start, so I slowly begin sliding back and forth. Damn, this is so tight. It's definitely been awhile since he last had someone, unless he has the Tight Hole Skill, but I doubt that.

As I fuck him, I rub his body, tweak his nipples, kiss him, and even jack him a little. He sometimes arches his back, sometimes doesn't. His ass sometimes clamps down, which only feels even better, though I have to wait for him to relax again when he does that, or I risk seriously hurting him.

I'm not sure how long I fuck him for before I cum, unloading my load into his ass with a moan, and Colton arches his back again, his ass clamping down on me as he lets out his purr-moan, his own cum spurting out, hitting the other side of my bed with the first load, each one after a little bit closer to me, hitting his face, chest, stomach, and finally, just dribbling out. He's not just a shooter, but he makes a ton.

That last one might be augmented by Cum Production, I know mine was.

Even though I've just spent myself, I'm still hard, so I can't just slide out, and have to wait for my cum-covered buddy to relax. Once he does, I slowly pull out, eliciting a little bit more moaning from him.

Once I've pulled out, I lean down and press my lips to Colton's lips, tasting his cum on his lips. It's a bit salty, but isn't half-bad.

"Let's get cleaned up," I tell him. "I've got a bath that's pretty nice."

He nods, then follows me to my bath, walking a little stiffly at first. We first rinse off our bodies, to clean off the cum and such, then lower into the bath, Colton making a pained face.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"I'll adjust," he nods, smiling. "That was definitely the best I've felt before. Do you have Thicker Dick?"

"Erm…" I hesitate for a moment, unsure. "Are you talking about a Skill?"

"Yeah," he nods. "I take it you don't?"

"No," I answer. "Let me guess – the guy with one as big as me has to use it to get as thick?"

"Yeah," he nods. "You can acquire it by fucking both tight and loose holes in alternation. The looser the hole is, the easier it'll be – especially the closer together the fuckings are. Each Level of it allows you to increase the thickness of your dick by five percent, at a cost of fifty mana per minute, but decreases by three Mana per Level."

With how Skills work, that means that Level 1 actually costs 47 Mana per Minute. I can see how that's a Skill, too – going from a super-tight hole to one that your dick slides in easily would be a noticeable gap, and so the System would have a way to augment that, allowing someone who it registers doing that often to be able to fill the hole a bit better.

"Do you have Tight Hole?" I ask.

"Yeah," he nods. "I was gonna use it, for extra pleasure, until I saw how thick you were. It's been a few weeks, so I knew I was already tight back there, but seeing how thick you are… I knew I wouldn't need it."

"It felt damn good," I tell him, and he carefully slides over to me, leaning against me, his tail moving behind me.

I rub his back, resisting the urge to move my hand to his head and scratch his ears.

"You can scratch the ears, if you want," he tells me quietly. "I wouldn't mind."

With permission granted, I move my hand up, scratching behind his ears, and the Beastborn purrs a little, then turns his head and kisses me.

"You know," I tell him once we stopped. "My Anal Penetration Skill went up a Level with you."

"I'm glad to have helped," he grins at me. "You have that and Cum Production, right?"

"What gave that away?" I make a show of fake curiosity, and he laughs.

"How much you filled me and how much leaked out," he tells me, his tail smacking my back. "Do you have Sexual Recovery and Sexual Stamina, too?"

"Yeah."

"You're only a few Skills short of a powerful sex-based Class," he tells me.

"I have a couple available," I tell him.

"I'm not surprised," he shrugs. "It's called Master Top. It takes those four Skills, plus a couple of others. Fresher Cum is one of them. Do you know how to acquire it?"

"Have your cum," I say. "Remain on someone's body for a bit, even after it's dried, or have cum on your body for a bit, even after it's dried. Kind of gross, but the Skill makes it stay fresher for awhile – fresher and warmer, prevents it from getting cold and icky. Light has it, and has offered to help Cole and I acquire it."

Colton laughs when I tell him that.

"Then there's," he says. "Phantom Fuck. Like some of the others, it's difficult to get, but it's even more difficult."

"I'm not into necrophilia."

"It's not," he laughs again. Damn, is his laugh cute. "Basically, it creates a phantom dick matching your dimensions that fucks the target. Initially, it can only be done immediately following you pulling out of someone, and only for up to as long as you fucked them for, at a ratio of as long as per Level – so at Level 1, only as long as, at Level 10, it's ten times as long as. Set Mana Cost of 200 Mana per minute, decreasing by 8 Mana per Level of the Skill.

"After Level 5," he continues. "It allows you to do it for up to an hour per Level of the Skill, regardless of how long you fucked them for – same amount of Mana. At Level 10, you don't even need to penetrate them – you can just trigger it. It is always an exact phantom copy of your dick, too – what it is when it's at its hardest, if you aren't hard, or what it is at the moment, if it is. So if you're using Thick Dick – which requires you to be hard at the time – it can even be up to fifty percent thicker than normal."

"Damn," I say. "I'm guessing it's got some weird-ass requirement to acquire? Is it a Dungeon Reward or something?"

"Nothing like that," he leans his head into me. "But it is difficult. Acquiring it might help you with your Demon harem member, though."

Now that he mentions that, he's right. Even with my Sexual Stamina Skill, it's unlikely I'd be able to satisfy Caleb entirely – especially once he eventually Ranks-Up. I doubt Adam, Light, and I combined would be able to. A Skill like this, however, would be extremely useful – at Level 10, I'd be able to leave it in him for ten hours. I'm betting it's one of those Skills where the Mana Cost is immediate, and I don't need to actively sustain it.

I could literally fuck him for awhile, trigger the Skill, then go to bed. Though I'd need a massive Mana Pool for it. For ten hours of it, at 20 Mana per Minute, that would be 12,000 Mana, and I doubt Limitless Adaptation would see it as necessary.

Still, though – it'd be pretty damn useful for him, even without being able to have it last to the maximum.

I scratch behind Colton's ears again, and he lets out another small purr.

"Random question," I say as I feel his hand feeling around for my dick.

"Go ahead."

"Do you think your men and women would be willing to help fix up the town?" I ask. "It got hit pretty hard during that Hellish Crusade, and while people might not want the help from non-Humans… well, their opinions don't matter, and those who are willing to accept it can get it."

"Speaking of that," he looks me in the eye, his hand wrapped firmly around me. "How did your home manage to evade getting destroyed? Demons are let loose completely during Hellish Crusades."

"Light's weren't auto-summoned," I answer. "And the ones you saw outside can't compete with the other guards this place has. Sus, for example, could probably gobble all three up at once if he wanted to."

Colton laughs at the thought of that. It'd be a pretty funny sight, watching that massive wolf-beast eating three rather massive Demons at once.

I don't doubt he could do it.